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Soon he fell asleep smelling the incense, and the Van Lingshu released the Dream Beast as he had done last time, and began the process of stealing dreams.

This time, she shared seven or eight dreams, all kinds of messy and bizarre.

But she stood in Tan Jiu's consciousness, still like standing in the desert, without a trace of life.

She searched everywhere and observed, for fear that she had missed something the last time she came in, but when she came around, she found that there was really nothing here, and this puppeteer had no flaws.

Eventually, the other dreams were gone, and they became the icy ocean again.

This was the first time she and Chongkui had met, they were on a huge cruise ship that could accommodate tens of thousands of people, but all the people on it were dead, and the cabins and decks were littered with horrific corpses.

Someone walked on the deck, with thick blood under their feet, making a slippery and sticky sound.

She stood on the side of the ship, facing the sea, the cold wind blowing in her face, and the darkness in the distance, with patches of snow-colored mountains faintly in between.

She knew that she was back to the place where she first met Chongkui, and in this dream, she was not a good stubble.

Death cruise, in this whole space, only a woman who has no past and a blank soul is uncontrolled.

The rest of the people who come in will only discover their most cruel side in the illusion, and then kill each other to death.

She heard footsteps behind her, and then slowly put her hand on her left eye, which was wrapped in gauze, and it was because she was afraid of killing more people that she covered this evil eye.

But now, she slowly took the gauze off.

There was more than one footstep behind him.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you?" A familiar voice asked.

He didn't look back immediately, and waited until another footstep approached before he whispered, "My eye is hurt, can you help me take a look?" ”

With that, she turned around and looked behind her over Shigeaoi's shoulder.

The young puppeteer placed his hand on Chongkui's arm and gave her a gentle tud, hoping to turn her around.

But the sudden turn of the Van Lingshu slowed his movements for a moment, and then, he felt that something was wrong.

All the bloody hell that had been on board had changed, and the cruise ship had become a wooden house in the mountains, like an ordinary mountain house, with chickens and ducks in the yard, and a lamb, and some vegetables in the clearing.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food, as if lunch had just been prepared, with squirrel fish, crystal shrimp, stir-fried side dishes, and boiled white bone broth, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion, and placed on the table.

Tan Jiu's gaze changed slightly, and he muttered, "Slave ......"

Chongkui turned around and looked up at him.

At this moment, Fan Lingshu opened his blood-red eyes of yin and yang reincarnation and withdrew from this illusory scene.

When she opened her eyes in the City Lord's Mansion, the pale light of the sky greatly stimulated her eyes, and a bloody tear flowed down her left eye.

"You're ......" looked at her dumbfounded.

Fan Lingshu gasped, and then said calmly: "Shhh, let him sleep for a while." ”

Dull closed his mouth, but asked her with his eyes: What is the bloody tears in the corners of her eyes?

"Do you know how hard it is to make him dream?" Fan Lingshu said deceptively, "I don't want to do this kind of work a second time, where is the gold mountain he promised me?" ”

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